Earl was always nice to me. He was an older Caucasian man about fifty or so and he had brown hair with white and gray hairs that highlighted it. He wo...e a silver wedding band on his left hand and he always wore brown loafers. For forty-five minutes I had to endure teasing and random shit being thrown at me. But for the last few seconds of my ride, Mr. Earl would try to spark conversations and would even give me king-size candy bars or a variety of assorted snacks. But things changed when one. Further still. For a time, I let my fingertips draw the softest patterns on your belly. I knew that my touch was so soft, that sometimes you wouldn't be sure if I was touching you at all. But I was. I was feeling every tiny sensation, and I was mapping every millimetre of your skin, loving every part of you. So light was my touch, and so cool the room, that I felt goosebumps on your skin and it pleased me to feel the bump softness of your skin. When I moved my head down to lightly flick my. So vulnerable and beautiful. She is all mine.Putting my left arm under her waist, and hooking my wrist under her left knee, I lift her up and place her straddling me. Her chest still heaving from the intense orgasm she just had, and her body still relaxed, I lift her by her hips and force her tightness down over my throbbing manhood. Katy takes a deep breath and clenches my shoulders as I begin fucking her, hard. Leaning against the back of the couch, I hold tightly onto her leash that is. One in particular would wink at me every morning when we greeted. Everyone in the office was like one big family and greeted with a Hi, good morning or at least ask how you were doing. This one morning I was in the kitchen, the coffee pot was empty, so I started to make another pot when I noticed the coffee container was almost empty. I made up the pot of coffee I was working on and then bent over to get a new container out from under the counter when I felt a nudge and a pair of hands grab.